AUTHOR: William Shakespeare (1564�1616)

QUOTATION: Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

ATTRIBUTION: King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

After having an apartment for a few weeks, it is finally habitable! We have heat! I never realized how much I could get my hopes up about being able to sleep in my apartment finally. But now that it’s possible I am overjoyed. Then there are the dozens of people I see every day in the subways and on the streets who know what it means to be cold. I hope they stay warm, and I hope they aren’t insulted when I give them a banana.